FOOD STARTED DISAPPEARING FROM MY HOME WHILE I WAS AT WORK — SO I TURNED ON THE HIDDEN CAMERA.
For weeks, I thought I was losing my mind.
At first, it was just little things. A missing chocolate bar here, a half-empty juice carton there. I blamed myself, thinking I had just forgotten I ate them. But then my husband Samuel’s **birthday caviar** vanished overnight.
That’s when I knew something was **seriously wrong.**
“Are you sneaking midnight snacks?” I asked Samuel.
He scoffed. “You know I hate caviar.”
We lived alone. No pets. No roommates. **So who the hell was taking our food?**
I decided to find out.
I ordered a **hidden camera** and set it up in the kitchen. If someone was coming in, I’d catch them.
And when I watched the footage the next day…
**My blood ran cold.**
It was **my mother-in-law, Pamela.**
She let herself in with a spare key like she **owned the place.**
She made tea, spread **my expensive caviar** on toast like it was peanut butter, and worst of all—**she walked straight into my bedroom.**
I held my breath as she **opened my closet**… and started trying on **my dresses.**
Then, **my underwear.**
*Oh. My. God.*
The next day, I called in sick. **And I waited.**
Right on schedule, the front door clicked open.
Pamela walked in like she lived there, tossed her coat on the couch, and headed to the kitchen. She **poured my wine.** Made a **sandwich.**
Then, just like last time, **she took off her shoes and walked into my bedroom.**
*Perfect.*
I waited until she was in my closet, holding up one of my silk nightgowns against herself in the mirror.
Then, I **stepped inside.**
“**Enjoying yourself?**” I asked, arms crossed.
She **screamed.**
The nightgown **dropped from her hands.**
“Oh my God! What are you doing here?!” she gasped, clutching her chest.
I arched a brow. “**What am I doing here?** Pamela, this is **my** house.”
She floundered. “I—I was just, um… checking on things!”
“By eating our food? Trying on my **clothes?**”
She huffed. “Well, you never let me borrow anything! I thought you wouldn’t mind—”
I **burst out laughing.** “Oh, I mind. *I mind a lot.*”
Her face **flushed red.** “You’re being dramatic! I just needed a few things.”
I pulled out my **phone** and played the footage.
Pamela **went pale.**
“Oh, and by the way?” I smirked. “I sent this to Samuel. He should be home **any minute.**”
Right on cue, we heard the front door **slam.**
“MOM?!” Samuel’s voice rang through the house. “What the **hell** is wrong with you?!”
Pamela **bolted.** She shoved past me, grabbed her shoes, and **ran.**
That night, Samuel **changed the locks.**
The next day, I sent her an **invoice** for everything she stole.
She called me **hysterical.**
I just smiled. **“Don’t worry, Pamela. It’s just a few things. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”**